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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Nas,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.