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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.