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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
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.