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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Urselle,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.