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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.