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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Pagans,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.