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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
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.