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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.