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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.