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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.