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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.