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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.