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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.