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 Madagascar 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.