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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.