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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.