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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.