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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.