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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.