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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.