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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Cluster,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Nico,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.