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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Television,
June Days,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.