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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 David Bowie 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 Slits 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
New Order,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.