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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.