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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.