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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.