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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.