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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.