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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.