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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Wings,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
cv313,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.