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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.