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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.