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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.