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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
UT,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.