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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.