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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.