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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.