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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Magazine,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.