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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.