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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.