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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.