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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.