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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Franke,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.