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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.