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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 cv313 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
PIL,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.