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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.