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 Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.