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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.