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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.