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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.