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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.