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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.