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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.