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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
the Association,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.