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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.