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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.