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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.