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 Austria 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.