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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.