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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.