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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Index,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Pole,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.