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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Can,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.