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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.