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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.