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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.