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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.