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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.