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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.