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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.