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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.