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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.