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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.