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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.