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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.