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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.