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 South Sudan 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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.