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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Cameo,
Japan,
Magma,
UT,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.