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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.