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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.