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 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.