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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Wings,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Index,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.