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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.