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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.