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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
MC5,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.