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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Moebius,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.