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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Slave,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.