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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.