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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
MC5,
The Evens,
ABC,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.