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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.