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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.