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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.