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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.