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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Josef K,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.