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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.