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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
DNA,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.