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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Human League,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.