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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.