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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.