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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.