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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.