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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.