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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
The Doors,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.