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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.