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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Monks,
Index,
Slave,
Yaz,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
New Order,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.