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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moss Icon 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
10cc,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.