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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.