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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.