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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case 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 grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.