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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.