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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.