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 Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.