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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Moebius,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.