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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.