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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.