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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.