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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.