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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
UT,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.