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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.