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 Argentina 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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.