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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.