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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.