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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Excepter,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.