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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.