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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
PIL,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.