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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Jandek,
Skaos,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.