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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.