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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.