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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.