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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.