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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.