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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.