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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.