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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.