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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
DNA,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.