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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.