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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Martian,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.