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 Chad 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
MDC,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.