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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Jawbox 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.