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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.