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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.