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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.