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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.