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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.