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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.