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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Scion,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.