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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Human League,
MDC,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.