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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.