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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.