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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.