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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.