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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.