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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.