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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.