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 Somalia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
10cc,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.