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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.