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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Symarip,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.