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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.