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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.