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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.