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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.