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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Echospace,
Little Man,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.