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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Slackers,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
JFA,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.