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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
MDC,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.