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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.