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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.