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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.