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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.