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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.