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 London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.