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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.