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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.