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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Television,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.