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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.