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 United States and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.