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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.