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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.