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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Organ,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Pole,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.