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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.