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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.