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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.