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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.