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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.