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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.