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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.