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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Television,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.