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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.