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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.