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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.