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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.