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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
UT,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.