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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.