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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.