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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.