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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.