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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.