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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
JFA,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.