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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.