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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.