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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.