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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.