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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.