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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.