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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.