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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
10cc,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.