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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.