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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Model 500,
New Order,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.