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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.