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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Monks,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.