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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.