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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Crime,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.