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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.