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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.