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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Fear,
The Residents,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.