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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Pagans,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.