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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.