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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.