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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.