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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.