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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.