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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.