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 Tonga 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.