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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.