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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Fear,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.