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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
EPMD,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.