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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.