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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.