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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.