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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.