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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.