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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.