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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.