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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.