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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.