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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.