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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.