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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.