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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.