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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.