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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.