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 Botswana and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.