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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.