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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.