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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.