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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.