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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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-101. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.