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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.