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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.