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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.