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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Qualms,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.