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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.