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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.