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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.