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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.