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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.