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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.