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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.