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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Audionom,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.