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 France and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.