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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Smog,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.