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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Q65,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.