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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.