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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.