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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
MDC,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.