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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.