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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
June Days,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.