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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
Cameo,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.