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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Smog,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.