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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Faust,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.