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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.