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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.