Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.