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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.