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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.