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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.