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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
X-102,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.