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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.