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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.