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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.