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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.