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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.