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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.