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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.