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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.