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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Television,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.