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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.