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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.