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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.