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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.