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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.