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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.