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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.