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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.