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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.