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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.