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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.