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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Crime,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.