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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.