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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Remains,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.