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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.