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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.