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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.