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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.