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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Index,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.