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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.