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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.