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 Chile and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.