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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.