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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.