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 Belize and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Mars,
Franke,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.