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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.