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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.