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 France and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.