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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.