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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.