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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.