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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Fall,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.