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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.