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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.