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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.