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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.