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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.