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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.