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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 United States of America to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.