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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.