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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.