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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Television,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.