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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Slits to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.