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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.