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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
PIL,
Whodini,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.