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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.