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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.