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 Poland and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.