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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.