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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
the Association,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.