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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme 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?
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.