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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.