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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.