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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.