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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.