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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.