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 Switzerland 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.