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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.