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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.