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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Nas,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.