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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.