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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Swans to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.