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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.