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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.