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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.