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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.