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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.