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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.