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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.