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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.