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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Busters,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.