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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 UT to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.