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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.