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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.