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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.