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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.