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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.