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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.