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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.