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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.