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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.