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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Wire,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.