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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.