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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.