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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.