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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
DNA,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.