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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.