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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Mars,
X-102,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.