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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.