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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.