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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.