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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Index,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.