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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.