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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.