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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Monks,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.