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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.