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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.