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 Kazakhstan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.