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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.