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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.