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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.