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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.