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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.