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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Can,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.