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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.