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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Chrome,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.