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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.