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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.