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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.