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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.