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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.