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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
X-101,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.