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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.