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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 snare 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.