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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.