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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Faust,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.