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 Israel 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Organ to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.