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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.