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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.