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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Index,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.