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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
ABC,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.