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 United States and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Symarip,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.