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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Roxette to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.