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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.