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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.