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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.