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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.