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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Neu!,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.