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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.