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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Excepter 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.