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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.