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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.