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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.