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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.