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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.