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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.