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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.