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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Cramps,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.