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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Stockholm and Calgary.
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 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.