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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.