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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.