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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
June Days,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.