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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.