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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.