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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.