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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.