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 Czech Republic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.