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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Crime,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.