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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.