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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.