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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Pagans 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.