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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.