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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.