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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
PIL,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.