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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.