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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Japan,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.