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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.