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 Brunei and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.