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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.