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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.