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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.