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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Roxette,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.