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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.