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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.