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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.