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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.