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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.