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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
MDC,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.