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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Saccharine Trust 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.