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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.