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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.