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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.