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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.