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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.