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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
the Association,
The Remains,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.