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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.