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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.