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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
JFA,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Index,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.