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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.