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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Zapp,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.