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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.