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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Q65,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.