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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
June Days,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.