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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.