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 Russia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.