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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.