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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.