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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Dark Day to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Brick,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.