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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.