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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.