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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.