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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.