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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.