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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.