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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.