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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.