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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.