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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.