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 Japan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.