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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Interpol to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
The Index,
The Fall,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Smog,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.