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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.