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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.