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 Palau 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.