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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.