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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.