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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Q65,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.