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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.