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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.