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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.