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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.