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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
JFA,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.