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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.