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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.