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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Standells,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.