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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.