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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Index,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.