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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.