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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.