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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.