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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
ABBA,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.