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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Fear,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.