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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
X-102,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.