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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.