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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.