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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Visage,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.