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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
June Days,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Liliput,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.