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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.