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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.